Flashes of Panic

I am three hours east of whatever time is reported for this, so it is still Thursday here. Although I’m reaching that state of fatigue where time zones are sort of irrelevant.

Anyway, on our way back from parking the car at a remote shuttle spot, we got picked up by Wayne (I’m guessing) from Pedal Junkies, two guys working on starting a pedal cab service in Eugene.

I don’t know how crowded the bike path between the parking lots at Autzen Stadium and Hayward Field is going to be for the Trials, but if you want to ride to the track in style, you could do worse than to give them a call.